3:47 A.M.
I used to kiss the raindrops
from her rosy cheeks
and i fell in love with
the way she cherished
morning dew.
no older than 15, she
tugged at my heart strings,
told me she wanted
to be a puppeteer and
I held her close so she’d
know that her dreams
were mine.
Now, I am hollow
and she kisses his neck
in hopes that he’ll touch her.
her soul.
she doesn’t believe
in two hearts intertwined,
but that if he or she
can push the other
harder
and harder
that she might envision love.
But I?
I know that it’s not
enough.
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